Screw it, you tell yourself. At this point, you’ve already most likely been found out anyway, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to come right out and say it, you tell yourself. In fact, you think it’s pretty mean spirited for a super heroine, She Hulk no less, to put some punk kid through needless humiliation like this. After all, it’s not like your really meant her any harm. If you were capable of honestly assessing and evaluating your actions and how grossly it violated not only Jennifer’s privacy, but of numerous other women, you might come to the conclusion that it is a big deal and that stealing is stealing. However, over the years, you’ve become so consumed with your tunnel vision fantasies of obtaining various female shoes and assorted foot wear, and accustomed to never experiencing obstacles along the way, you’ve lost sight of being able to empathize with your innocent victims. Because if you were honest with yourself, and you’re not at this point, that’s just what these poor women are, even if they’re super powered ones. Unbeknownst to your arrogant little mind at this point, true, deep, soul wrenching remorse for your actions would finally penetrate your conscious, but would it ultimately prove to be too late?
“Please, ma’am, I’m telling you the honest truth here. You’re right, I don’t have many friends, but what few I do have, well we really thought that this would be exciting to do, just to see if we could get away with it. I promise you I wasn’t going to steal anything valuable. In fact, I was actually going to bring your boots back after I proved to everyone what I’d done! I didn’t know exactly what I was going to take; you’re boots were just the first things I saw. And I certainly don’t mean any disrespect by saying that they smelled. It wasn’t bad or anything, it was just a peculiar leathery smell.” There, you’ve laid it all out for this woman, who you’ve somehow become somewhat angry at. It’s almost as if you are mad because she isn’t simply letting you off scot-free, as if she has an obligation to just let you go on your merry way after breaking into her home and trying to make off with her boots! However, you kept your head down while speaking, looking at her large feet, which you have become used to, at least visually. Now that you’re done lying through your teeth, you look at her. Big mistake. You’re instantly reminded of just how much taller she is than you, who stands a shrimp-like 5 foot 6 inches. She Hulk, as you’re reminded, stands over seven feet in her bare feet! By the no-nonsense look on her face, you realize that simply telling her the truth was the way to go.
“You little punk, I gave you a chance to just come out with what we both know you were up to! If you would’ve just admitted that you were sniffing my boots and that you were really sorry, I honestly would’ve let you go. Now, I’m not so sure. I think you need to learn a lesson in telling the truth and honesty.” This has all happened so fast, you’re left speechless. Jennifer’s mood has gone from annoyance to blazing anger in just a matter of seconds!
“I noticed when I came in that you had your little face inside one of my boots and were moaning! What, did you it smell a little too much for you? Did your little fantasy become just a little too stinky for little old you to handle, hmm? You what I think, you little pervert? I think I’m insulted by you. Insulted by your audacity to break into my home, to violate my possessions, and to lie to me! You know, just because I’m one of the “good guys,:” doesn’t give you the right to take advantage of me. I think spending some time at my feet may encourage you to try and find a new source of recreation in the future.” Saying this, She Hulk walks over to her love seat only a few feet away from you and sets down. Thinking that she was only kidding, your hopes are quickly dashed by her extending one leg and removing her black nylon, quickly followed by the other. She nonchalantly discards them to the side of the chair. She then extends her legs out, places both of her huge, green feet in front of her and crossing them at the ankles. Much to her you dismay, her soles actually glisten with sweat, especially around her toe crevices. This woman’s feet can certainly sweat, you think to yourself. “Now, I’m only going to tell you this one time, and once only. Crawl over to me on your hands and knees and smell my feet. If you stop for any reason, I will break you in half like a pencil, is that clear? And if you don’t start right now, I foresee some broken bones in your immediate future! Get over here and start sniffing my feet! Isn’t this really what you wanted?”
You are in disbelief by this turn of events. Strangely excited by what’s being presented to you, you cannot help but feel some depredation about this. After all, besides the embarrassment that has come with being found out, especially by a woman like She Hulk no less, you’re a little uneasy about having to smell her actual feet. The stench from her boots had taken you by surprise and made your tear up in just a minute or so. What sort of impact would this green giantess’ feet have on you? One things for sure, you know that she’s not joking around anymore, if ever she was. She is not at all amused by you and your little antics, and she really expects you to crawl to her and smell her feet. You do wonder why she’s acting this way though. Aren’t super heroines supposed to be loving and forgiving? After all, you tell yourself, I’m not a killer or a “real” criminal. Do I really deserve this? What do you do?
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